[ With her forehead on his shoulder, Geralt cannot see her wince. Yes, she knows. She'd seen it once, coming here; she actually hasn't gone back since. ]
If you're sure...
[ She sounds uncertain, pulling back only slowly. When Ciri scrubs the back of her hand over her face, there is a flicker across her features, her palm covering the scar and coming away leaving a glimpse of smooth skin, wider eyes and rounder cheeks. It is only for a moment, before she sets her jaw and she is the Ciri Geralt knows here again, with all her wounds in place. ]
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If you're sure...
[ She sounds uncertain, pulling back only slowly. When Ciri scrubs the back of her hand over her face, there is a flicker across her features, her palm covering the scar and coming away leaving a glimpse of smooth skin, wider eyes and rounder cheeks. It is only for a moment, before she sets her jaw and she is the Ciri Geralt knows here again, with all her wounds in place. ]
Sure. I'll lend a hand.